~~*~~ Fort Weyr - Weyrleader's Offices ~~*~~

Aged by time, this office has lived through the ages of Fort just as its counterparts have. But unlike the Weyrsecond and Junior Weyrwomen offices, this cavern is spacious and formed in a rough semicircle of three conjoined caves that were carved and modified Turns ago. The middle portion acts as a waiting room of sorts, holding only a few modest chairs and a simple tapestry to otherwise brighten up the plain stone walls. There are no windows here and the only light comes from well placed glow baskets.

To the right, the smaller of the two adjoining caverns has been set aside for the Weyrwoman, a large desk situated in the middle and a bookshelf pressed against the wall. A small hearth allows for some warmth in the colder months and another cabinet rests across the room to hold various supplies, as well as several books, reports and records. More tapestries have been hung there, lending some color to room.

On the left, the larger cavern belongs to the Weyrleader's office and the walls here are littered with a vast array of maps, as well as a tapestry hung behind where he would sit. The desk is large and the wood aged, looking old and a bit worn, but well tended too. Shelves and a bookshelf line one wall, crammed with rolled hides, other maps, books, reports and records and all arranged in an organized chaos. A small hearth has been built in here as well and various well placed glow baskets are hung to offer just the right amount of light in this windowless office.

Both offices have stout wooden doors that have been carefully worked into the stone. They can be closed and locked if privacy is needed but are often left open.

There is a lull in activity within the Offices, the Weyrwoman's door propped open, inviting any and everyone to come into the smaller of the two offices with questions and or concerns. Today, none seem to be seeking the woman out for anything and thus: she is reviewing the handiwork of a certain demoted goldrider as all other work is either: unable to be finished or simply not as important as the order sheets for the storage caverns and kitchens as well as other areas of the Weyr that are needing attention. Dtirae is sitting with her gaze downwards, and a hand propping up her chin… And if one did not know her better: it would look as if she were about to fall asleep

Ezra does not know her at all, and so the teen only looks at her for a moment through the crack in the door, before he takes a deep breath. This is his duty as Best Friend. difficult though it may be. On many levels. So he lifts his hand and gently knocks on the door.

The knock draws Dtirae's attention up from the papers and grey eyes settle on the door, and in turn: Ezra. A brow lifts in question, but, she offers a smile after a moment. "How can I help you, Ezra?" It is a simple question as she gestures for him to step inside.

Ezra takes a slow breath and reaches down, though it's Zoi who steps into the office first, padding in and starting to sniff around like the massive canine always does. "I…uh. Have a message to deliver to you." And he dips his hand into his Stonehaven jacket, withdrawing the note and thrusting it out at her. Awwwwkward. Oh, and there's something else he needs to say too, and he just blurts it out in a rush, "Do you like D'ani?" Pleeeease take the note before he drops it.

It reads: 'Will you go out with me (me is crossed out) D'ani (written above it)? Circle YES or NO.' And it's decorated all around the border with hearts and flowers.

Dtirae does not seem to mind Zoi entering and sniffing about, instead, her gaze refocuses on Ezra and he becomes the center of her attention. Especially since he has a message to deliver to her. Both brows lift as he thrusts it out at her and her hand reaches for the note. But then, he's asking that question and something Dtirae rarely ever does happens: she blushes. A bright shade of red that suddenly fills her cheeks and goes right on down to her neck and the tips of her ears. She clearly was not expecting /that/. "W-What?" And then, she looks to the note. She certainly can't get any redder, but, a laugh slips out. It isn't restrained very well at all. But, she does quite to answer "yes" very softly to that previous question. The yes is even circled on the note before she's offering it back.

Ezra is blushing too, especially when /she/ does. Curse you, D'ani. He's going to go find a girlfriend RIGHT NOW to make /him/ do this silly ritual. When she says (and circles) yes, the boy tries really hard not to look too disappointed as he takes the note back, rocking back on his heels. Then his brows furrow and he's clearly thinking very hard. What was the next part? Was there a next part? Shards, he can't mess this up…so he just stands there as he tries to think if there was something else he was supposed to do.

Dtirae is trying /not/ to watch Ezra. She's really trying, considering the fact that he's gone a shade of red, too. The silence, however, proves to be too much for the woman and she softly clears her throat. "Ah… You're not… Mad that I like him? I don't intend on taking all of his free time."

Ezra looks up at her sharply, and his defensive expression gives him away. Yes. Yes, he is. "No." Of course he'd say that. Biting his lower lip, he shifts his weight a bit, tangling fingers in Zoi's fur when she returns to his side. "Just…you…you be nice to him." That's what best friends do, right? Threaten their girlfriends? "Don't hurt him or nothing." Pause. "And we still get boy's time!" Oh, she said that. STILL. It's important.

Dtirae gives him a look, a slight frown touching her brows. But, she doesn't argue. She doesn't know him well enough to pinpoint what certain looks mean, maybe angry could mean he isn't mad? "I will." She promises, "and, I won't hurt him… I really like spending time with him. We have fun. So, I promise I won't hurt him and I promise that I'll be nice. And, you can certainly have 'boy's time'. I won't hog him." A soft chuckle, "he can't spend every minute with his girlfriend. He's a really good friend to you, isn't he?" Because, she's curious!

Ezra looks momentarily confused, and then he licks his lips again, looking down at Zoi and rubbing her ears. Girlfriend. He flinches slightly at that word, and then looks up to her, swift and intense. "We're family," he says, firmly and without hesitation. "He's…we're…" And he fumbles, unable to put into words just how much D'ani means to him, and how /jealous/ he is of both Dtirae for taking some of D'ani's time, and jealous of D'ani for having a girlfriend. Having someone else to talk to other than him. He digs his fingers more into Zoi's fur until the canine turns her head to gently lick his hand. Easy. And Ezra loosens his grip and takes a breath. Oh yeah, the note. He finally takes it and shoves it into his pocket.

Dtirae is blinking once again, and brows furrow as well as concern sets in. She is no stranger to looks, certainly. But now? She hesitates. Grey eyes are setting elsewhere, letting the boy have a bit of privacy from her gaze. "I am glad you were able to make friends, especially one so close." There's a pause before she murmurs, "and, I'm sorry for making you angry… But, I really like D'ani."

'The World of Pern(tm)' and 'The Dragonriders of Pern(r)' are copyright to Anne McCaffrey (c) l967, 2000. This is a recorded online session, by permission of the author but generated on PernWorld MUSH for the benefit of people unable to attend.